Adam sat in the vast green yard lackadaisically,

Bored out of his mind,

Cautiously watching the fly he had captured ?who was

Disheartened from its fail to

Escape from this

Fearful place called a

Green

House with a peculiar

Installment called a door.

Justice was all the fly wanted, to be free with the

K-9’s playing in the yard,

Leaping and running and covered in

Mud.

Not held as a captive with limited

Oxygen supply.

Pestered and annoyed, the fly was,
but certainly not a

Quitter.

Rescue was on the horizon with a glowing

Sunset that

Tanned the sky.

Unexpectedly, the fly spotted a barely

Visible hole.

Was this freedom, or rather a

Xerophytic hallucination like a

Yucca plant that would suck his dream of freedom dry and leave him with

Zero hope?